On February 6, 2018, I wrote a post on Facebook about a dream I had about my grandma.

Then, earlier this year it showed up on my “memories”, so I shared it again.

Recently, I have been thinking about this experience and I want to share it yet again on this blog, so here it is.

“I dreamed in another language last night. It was about my Grandma Salcido and it’s the only vivid dream I have had about her since her passing, five years ago. I think what started it was a conversation I had with my sister and her husband yesterday…..Yesterday we met at Randolph/Reid Park to go walking. Afterwards, we ate at Chick-fil-A. We got to talking about first languages. For me, my brothers and sisters, it was English. My parents are both fluent in Spanish and English but for whatever reason, never taught us Spanish. I went on to tell my brother-in-law that when we moved back to Tucson in the middle of my 5th grade year (I was around two when we left) and started going to my Grandpa Salcido’s church which was all in Spanish at that time, that it was like culture shock to me because I didn’t understand it. Then I talked about how when I was younger, I would panic when talking with my grandma because although she spoke fluent English and would start our conversations in English, she would always go into Spanish and then it was super fast Spanish and well, I couldn’t keep up…..I dreamed in another language last night. In my dream I am at a church service, but I don’t recognize the church. I am sitting on the left side towards the very front. A couple is walking down the aisle from the front of the church to the back. I look to see who it is. It is my grandma, and my grandpa is walking right behind her. My grandma is wearing a white dress suit. The skirt is right below the knees and her suit jacket is buttoned up with a collar. She looks very young with not a trace of gray in her hair. She looks in my direction and our eyes meet. She gives me the most wonderful smile and waves. Then she turns her face and keeps walking with my grandpa behind her. At this moment the church starts singing, “Jehova es mi pastor, nada me faltara…” I dreamed in a heavenly language, last night.”

What I didn’t mention about my dream in that Facebook post, is that right after my eyes locked with my grandma’s, I felt what felt like a surge of power hit my head and it went all the way down to my feet.

If you have ever experienced the presence and power of God, this is what it felt like.

Right after this, I woke up crying.

I laid there in bed in complete awe. The dream, that surge of power…

I didn’t know what to think because I don’t believe that once people die, that they come back to visit you. I also don’t believe that they watch over you.

The Bible says in the book of Ecclesiastes 12:7, “Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.”

I did wonder if perhaps this dream was telling me that my grandpa would be passing soon.

My grandma had already passed and in this dream, it was as if she was coming for him, that it was his time.

I find this interesting though because in the Bible in Matthew 22:30 it says, “For in the resurrection they neither marry, nor are given in marriage, but are as the angels of God in heaven.”

Well, maybe God will at least let spouses be BFFs!

(Sorry, couldn’t resist.)

All I know in regard to this dream I had, is that to this day whenever I think about it, it still leaves me baffled.

Such is life, such are dreams.

~missy salcido wead

*Forgive me for not using accents where needed on my Spanish words. I still have to learn how to do that!